Month: December 2004

37 posts

New Year’s Eve 2004

I may resolve to change my ways this year, exchange old habits for ones I’ve not tried. But there’s no point in much of that, I fear, for one’s true nature cannot be denied. Perhaps I’ll vow to focus more on things that increment the positive aspects, but who knows what the future’s bound to…

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Artie Shaw

By the time I got to it, the clarinet was odd; a quaint small instrument for guys who never got the girls (even the ones who played and sat in the same orchestra rows day and day, year after year), who shuffled in the back behind the trumpets and saxophones. It wasn’t really a manly…

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Feast During Famine

When Obiwan Kenobi felt the end of Alderaan it was as if a hole appeared and swallowed, to a man, the lifeforce of each precious soul existing ’til that time and twisted, perhaps frayed, the cord of which we form a line I wonder, when tsunamis hit, when earthquakes take their toll, how many sense…

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Today’s Seed Thought

To accept one’s karma and the responsibility for one’s actions is strength. To blame another is weakness and foolishness. Let’s begin by not advertising our ignorance. If you must blame what happens to you on your friend, your neighbor, your country, your community or the world, don’t advertise it by speaking about it. Keep that…

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Early Morning

There is something liberating about waking up early. Not too early, mind you. But earlier than you need to be awake; and if you’re lucky, early enough to see the last of the night disappear in the whitewash of the morning sun, and to hear the birds when they first rise and start practicing their…

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Imagining

Too much of what the world has been, and is, and still might be, has as its limits what we call impossibility. We reign imagination in and relegate its course to doomsday visions, worst-case scenes, and dissipate its force. But the first step in making change is picturing it grow; if we cannot imagine it,…

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Ranting on Poetics

I will not write for other poets. They exist to ridicule each other, and failing that, to share inside jokes on what words are or aren’t clich on poems written in metered speech on lines that rhyme, even if well done, on absurd show instead of tell (as if a poem could only exist for…

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